Idling at a traffic signal...
Ana: How much noise!
Clado: It's noise?! It's not!
Ana: I just don't like it. Too much.
Clado: It's called 'phatphati'! Not for no reason.
Ana: But I don't like it.
Clado: Some time back, remember, I took you for a good long ride on a Bullet? That you didn't mind, huh?!
Ana: That was different.
Clado: Aahaaaa!
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Clado: Look, I have a theory for this.
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Clado: For most riders, it's the throbbing sensation under the butt that works!
Ana: Yuckkkk! I don't want to hear this.
Clado: Arre, I am serious! Okay, answer this. Can a machine make music?
Ana: Ummmmm yes in a way, yes!
Clado: That's what! Bullet makes music. That's my theory. The phat-phat or whatever we call is just like beats. Within a certain speed-range, it's a pleasing rhythm for riders. But go beyond a speed and you might not like it.
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Clado: In fact, while I see a lot of riders rip Bullets for speed, I think a Bullet is an 'anti-speeding bike'. And that's the charm. Chug along nicely with the beats and the wind.
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Ana: Hmm...
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Clado: And the roads and the things lining these roads can best be enjoyed when the speed is within a limit. Bullet does that. Makes music. Rides great within a limit.
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Ana: Okay, anyway, I don't like it that loud. Can we talk something else? Write this thesis when you go home.
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